When
Men, alcohol, sex.
I really was a horny fucker wasn't I?
I couldn't exactly focus on anything but sex, it was really the only thing on my mind. And yes I was such an innocent virgin and the only thing I had ever really done was kiss (which is only good without tongue) and that had made me realize kissing just wasn't for me. But realizing it now I had completely pushed school out of my mind, pushed everything out to thinking about getting fucked.
Crazy right? No. That's just how my mind works.
So when your drunk, stumbling into counter tops and random guys all of the electricity hits you. Shocks you really. I had no idea how I got here, at this thundering party, loud booming music and tons of sweaty bodies, but here I was chugging down yet another shot and eyeing the bartender. He was attractive sure, Sandy blonde hair, a very decent height, full lips. I had focused on him the entire night and he had his dark intense eyes on mine as well, ad smile on those lips. Well..it was more of a smirk.
"Anna".
Right, someone called me minutes ago.
Turning around, there was Haylie. I had forgotten I attended this club she had gotten us into hours ago. Yet here she was after she practically begged me to go and here I was shit faced and she looked perfectly normal.
Jerk.
"Are you drunk?" She asks me stupidly, her eyes wide as she notices me stumble a bit. my knees hadn't given in yet but I knew they would that's why I'm using the damn counter as support.
She had brought me here and this was the stupid shit I do..
"Yes I'm drunk..you left me" I answered, my speech suddenly slurred. I couldn't think, couldn't concentrate on anything but sex. My head was pounding so hard I thought it was going to explode, my body ached and not in the amazing way I hoped it would after tonight.
I am practically screaming fuck me it hurts nobody notices.
"I didn't leave you" she scoffed.
I had known her for a few months, meeting her during my senior year. We weren't close but she was desperate enough to bring me with her.
Crazy right?
But I cared for her enough to go even in a tiny strapless dress that barely covered my thighs and black slick heels. And with me being so short it made me look like a young teenager even though I was just barely over eighteen as of tonight. It made me look good but I hated wearing dresses. She wore a blood red dress, strapped around her long lean body, puffing out her big chest and curves. Her eyes were slick with dark red mascara and her short thin hair was tied up in a little bun. She looked amazing but the way she was looking at me made my stomach churn, as if I left her drunk.
"Well come on, let's go get you home."
Turning to the bartender his eyes were already on mine and I had thought of one thing since I've came here and I wanted it. So fucking badly, and the intoxication that flooded by body made it worse.
"I can..take her home" he smiled charmingly, a hint of lust behind his beautiful brown eyes. He was attractive, so gorgeous really.
"I'm not letting this bitch go home with a stranger.. especially not an attractive one" she points out, slinging her arm around my shoulder and hoisting me up. My eyes meet the bright celling and the lights absorb me, warming me up, tingling my skin. It felt so good I had no idea why.
Tequila always got the worst of me and I hated it.
"Let's go bitch" Haylie groans under my weight as she carries me out this party, past bodies who turned our way instantly. I had tried my best to stand up but I suddenly felt weak, numb in the knees it seemed to fucking burn as I stood up. We headed out but not before I gave the bartender one last glance, to find his eyes right on mine.
We headed to her small black Toyota she had gotten for her birthday, which seemed like an amazing gift but knowing her she wanted more.
Bigger, better.
The air was cold, crisp against my skin and I felt goosebumps rise everywhere making me shiver. I should have brought a hoodie or sweater at least but I didn't think it would be this damn cold during the night.
"Let's get you home drunky" she smiles and her smile suddenly makes me laugh as she hauls me into the backseat of her car and shuts the door. My body gives into the leather seats and I find myself leaning into the window closing my eyes and absorbing into the heat that filled the car. It felt so fucking good I felt like I was gonna pass out right here.
The car starts and she buckles in her seatbelt and begins to drive and my mind begins to wonder back at the club, straight to the bartender. Straight to his eyes, dark, so intimidating, fiery passion hidden behind them. I wanted to fuck him. Honestly.
It was like a secret craving I didn't even know I had.
"Can we go to your house?..." I mumbled..
I knew my house was farther than hers and I had went over a few times. Her house was bigger than mine, mainly because her family is basically rich and better than every other family (so they claim.) She literally was an only child and gets everything she wants but she always wants more, more than they give her. They aren't your typical snobs, just..normal snobs.
Sometimes you really want to swing on her though.
"Um..we have a stop to go to first" she says and in her voice she seems to be quivering, scared or unsure of something. Even through the drunk and intoxication, I knew something was wrong. I could sense it.
But as unfamiliar places blurred past us, my mind begins to darken and I find myself tired and slowly falling in and out of consciousness until I fall asleep completely, darkness swallowing me whole.
